As if in a dream, Eden went to the butcher, did not remember what she had come to do there, had to consult her list, and finally returned home with slow steps, still stunned by what had happened to her.

A viscount had flirted with her. Yes, with her! She was not innocent enough not to have

“Eden ?”

“Yes, Father?”

“Where were you?”

As the vicar did not deign to come to question her, she had to join him in his study and report to him about her activities.

She was careful not to mention the viscount's name.

It would have been sheer madness, she thought to herself, going...